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lirik lagu rare breed entertainment - bigg k vs. clone

[round 1: clone]
arp hit my line, i only had a week to prepare
he coulda called some other dudes
they prob’ly was too weak to prepare
they brung me here…just to drop him
he done went from serius jones to clone, a serious problem
f~ckin’ goblins
we’ll strike a dog at will
he’ll get dog~walked, i have to tell my dogs to chill
i looked the youth in eyes (euthanize), told ‘em i had a dog to k!ll
they ain’t speak, but understood
they my dogs for rеal
dog, just chill!
for me, this just the next stagе up
i just came from givin’ pc the best fade cut
you got assassinated
your best day luck
i never met a president, y’all, but seen john f k up
your death day’s up
i ain’t have to bring on threats
k on the card? that only means the king on deck
i’m catchin’ wreck, each day i’mma brag
never wore calvin klein
now i get to see k wit’ a bag
speakin’ of bags, my plug let me boom in the hood
simple instructions: get it off soon as ya could
that was somethin’ me and the goons understood
now we makin’ them pounds disappear quick as tuna and suge’s
this not a hustler
i give a d~mn what you people tell me
spellin’ “black” backwards only time k see a l~b
you block n~ggas daily?
you block n~ggas daily…
(~a couple talkative fans in the crowd interrupt clone’s performance~)

[bigg k]
let him rap, bro! come on

[clone]
you block n~ggas daily and you put boom outta work
i hit the block wit’ n~ggas daily to boom out the work
this not in your turf
i really made loot in the field
plays, back~to~back: 2~minute drills
y’all know what i could do wit’ a mill’?
to stack zeroes, magneto
i don’t mind movin’ ‘em still (steel)
i’m provin’ my sk!ll
that’s why i’m raisin’ my fee price
the 12 i cop ain’t able to read rights
i handled pc like i got my degree twice
now i rolled up to smoke k too (k2): my weed spice
jesus christ!
since he don’t wanna gimme respect
i’ll prince akeem the scene when the semi connect
hakeem the dream shimmy effect
and when this rocket on point, i bet it cause kenny to jet
you sendin’ me threats?
keep sendin’ me threats
i ain’t got sh~t to say ‘bout dawg
i am legend: let a smith take out dawg (dog)
break out, dawg!
be glad that i offered you wreck
it’s on you ~ do what you do
don’t talk me to death
[arp ~ bigg k]
yo!
good sh~t
good time limits, too
that sh~t was terrible as f~ck
respect, clone
good time limits, too

[round 1: bigg k]
yo…
yo!
y’all can hear me?
aight, look…
how the f~ck you book clone, and don’t tell me first?
you know i wanted smoke!
you tryna sell me dirt!?
well, f~ck it
go get your mans, he’ll go to h~ll feet first
i took clone on a lam(b) like stem cell research
let’s work!
i’m from where the streets dirty, you don’t see 30!
a loose grip on life, hold your heat st~rdy!
wintertime, we sn~tch minks! the team thirsty!
summertime, we jack links (link’s): beef jerky!

you ‘bout to f~ckin’ die! watch!
d~mn!
you ‘bout to f~ckin’ die!
i say yo! yo! yo!
i say…
d~mn, clone
it’s ‘bout to be hands thrown
flippin’ out wit’ the razor (razr) before they made a cam’ phone
i’ll pop up where your mans and them be, go hambone
break a branch out your family tree and plant clone!
this the champ zone
mothaf~cka, step back from the throne!
you less~than~poppin’ second option!
i ain’t ask for you, homes
my other opp can’t travel, he ain’t ask to be home
he gotta see three p.o.s (c~3po)
now it’s attack of the clones!?

what!? what!?
he gonna f~ckin’ die!
f~ck it ~ this sh~t don’t even make sense, boy!
let’s go! let’s go!

i said…
i’m bad to the bone
you ain’t worth the price they paid me
i was booked a boss plate, now they microwaved me
food still gettin’ ate ~ don’t even try to play me
it’s 100 shots…under the chop…like rice and gravy!
you crazy!?
f~ckin’ crazy!? yo…
try to survive a stampede
big dog in the yard with twice the hand speed
you ain’t gon’ fight a d~mn thing
slice your hamstring
the knife pointin’ at clone like the spider~man meme
i’m mean!
you short cheese like the short bus~

are you f~cking crazy!?
he has no business up here!
this man is f~cking cut!

i’m mean!
you small cheese like the short bus
if i max out, i’ll turn the traphouse to a surplus
my shooter on the building while i’m makin’ bird plucks
he got ladders on the roof like a work truck!

you’re f~cking terrible!

yo, i earned bucks sellin’ dope in the street
you ain’t here from your career!
he booked clone ‘cause you cheap!
i think sh~t sweet!
you goin’ to sleep!
this how i make ends meet like i’m foldin’ a sheet!
you’re f~cking terrible!
go, man!

[round 2: clone]
n~gga, you should be happy!
me takin’ this got you paid
you should be dumb liftin’ the glock when your stock not raised
you like a mutombo
yeah, we recognize the shots you made
but the fans know you more from all the blocks you gave
this headshot ain’t nothin’ like no id, k
it’ll turn all of them thoughts into “idks”
gruesome sh~t! like when they come to id k
you’ll see maggots eatin’ his face while his eye decay
try me, k!
don’t make me have to say it no more
i will strip club your scene makin’ way through your door
magic city when i spray at your wh0re
she assed out when these poles up
then we drop a k on the floor!
or for 3 stacks, i’ll have outcasts (outkast) waitin’
they’ll circle k faster than a south gas station
out past macon
don’t wrestle wit’ the way we play
kick to his chin, i will really hb k
but y’all, as a league owner, i been doin’ a~ok
made sure half the battle rappers in the a okay
they know, k
i helped people that was deep in some
never sold underwear, they only had a brief income
my lil’ n~ggas, they be wildin’
in the streets, been dumb
they be sneaking out of the house just to sneak in one
you’ll never make a great escape
i’ll put ‘em on you like greyhounds
bus(t) dawg (dog) state~to~state
threats get known…
them threats begin? you gon’ need extra men
f&ns, i still come and stretch your friends
like you died with no will, kids, or wife
we just notify the first person next to ken (next of kin)
and your lil’ b~tch? i heard she got a extra chin
and she ho mo’ than a n~gga havin’ s~x wit’ men
in this battle sh~t, i’m the next to win
you ever wrote a letter from county jail?
that’s how i can flex the pen
i took some targets out, turned ‘em into walmart n~ggas
shots at the yak (‘gnac) like me and mackk had all dark liquor
to be frank, this what i call art, n~gga
they grill me ‘cause i’m hot, dog, and i make ballpark (ball park) figures
hallmark, n~gga!
you hallmark n~gga
you just hit a card ‘cause you nice
i hit every f~ckin’ card wit’ the bars of the night
don’t pardon the fight
be glad that i offered you wreck
it’s on you ~ do what you do
don’t talk me to death

[round 2: bigg k]
i said, first off…chill wit’ all that tough~guy sh~t
talkin’ ‘bout my b~tch got two chins
i seen yo’ b~tch
i don’t even let them type of b~tches suck my d~ck
word up, that’s not a joke
that’s not even a joke
i say yo!
don’t be up here cappin’ like you trappin’ loud pack!
we had a interaction, after mackk, was out back
you remember we smoked a blunt!?
well, tell me how’s that!
you said it was “purple punch”…
that sh~t taste like “brown slap”!
you ain’t got the hammer on the corner rockin’!
you ain’t even from atlanta ~ you’re from warner robins!

the f~ck!? f~ck is that?

you ain’t even from atlanta ~ you’re from warner robins!
i will shoot up the whole village!
your neighborhood’ll be torched!
slide through! pop warner, like little league sports!
i’m forced to run sh~t the next 53 summers
my sh~t increase numbers, not these dingy~t~~th f~ckers
clone! you down bad, like a christmas eve trucker
i’m a made (maid) man like mr. deeds’ butler!
f~ckin’ crazy!?
suck a d~ck! die long!
rubber grip! slide on!
clone gon’ get his crib blown, we throwin’ pipe bombs
my p.o. had me under wraps like a python
i touched down to two poles in the pad like pylons
i’m a icon! check me twice
the one to k!ll clone like jet li fights
clip up a fo’~fif’…

what!? what!?

i say yo!
i’m a icon! check me twice
the one to k!ll clone like jet li fights
clip up a fo’~fif’…catch a felony strike
lit up the whole strip like led lights
i’m nice!
it’s gon’ take ‘em all to stop me
your man ordered a transformer: that’s the auto body!
i slap a stick through your waves…water hockey!
barrel in your face…
clone lookin’ down a carbon ~ copy!?!?
watch me!
‘cause you at home wit’ that fat b~tch watchin’ soap operas!
i’m ‘cross town negotiatin’ wit’ the coke~shoppers!
mac~10s! sks! both choppers!
right hooks~

john john’s suckin’ d~ck tryna say it’s 1~1
it’s not ~ it’s 2~0
let’s go
i’m not tryna hear~ shut up

[round 3: clone]
yo…
what is really your purpose?

let me ask you a question…
what is really bigg k’s purpose?
one or two bars?
that’s why you don’t get great service
you think all of these pretty ladies got all of the tix they purchased
fixed they purses
just to hear them mixtape verses?
f~ck you! and any other dude like ken
f~ck ryu, just because he move like ken
this old~school jam? i bet it start raisin’ his roof
my men in black? oh, they gon’ leave k in a suit
i’m a hustler, i really been through some sh~t
learned from mistakes when you really got to choose some sh~t
subways! highways! i even flew some sh~t!
and when things got real ugly, i grew some (gruesome) sh~t
you move some, b~tch!?
i’m talkin’ ‘bout that snowfall
don’t play me
if he got it, we’ll take his fo’ and the whole baby
think the thunder playin, no kd
i’ll pull up faster than westbrook for every o k see (okc)
okay, see…
your style, i can’t get jiggy wit’
just some bars n0body remembers: iggy hits
i ain’t picky, b~tch
bet somethin’! i’m wit’ the sh~ts!
you put a dollar on dawg (dog)? you better be richie rich
go on, get me p~ssed!
this lil’ hippy, prissy b~tch!
f~ck your mood swings, your lil’ kicks, and hissy~fits!
b~tch, i’m really sick!
i mean, really, really sick!
been that way since it was just winn~dixie and pixie sticks
i’ll tell you like your dad told your mom…b~tch, listen here
we both got drive, but it’s like your will (wheel) disappeared
you automatic, i’m clutch, i be switchin’ some gears
this before and after pictures: the difference is clear
i took this here to k!ll y’all dog, no exception
the good thing is all dogs go to heaven
you know your lesson?
bro, i’m just better than you
i’m out here doin’ what you top~tiers never could do
that sh~t wit’ carter deems, it just made the evidence carry
don’t ever compare me, to n~ggas that are lesser than scary
look, y’all! another vet gettin’ buried
first a cat, now a dawg (dog)
i done built y’all a pet sematary
i’m legendary!

[bigg k]
(~to arp~) you good?
yo…

[clone]
i’m legendary…
d~mn, you clock~watchin’!? we had a week!
i’m legenda~
time!
this n~gga here, man

[round 3: bigg k]
yooooooo!
aight, hold on
lemme~ lemme spit some personal sh~t
lemme get real right quick
hold on, look…
hold up, hold up…

you look like you work at best buy…
tech support
clone got no identity of his own
we can tell it’s forced
you’ve said a bar that lets me know you are a mega~dork
“i’m like a doctor for midgets…my patience (patients) is extra short!”
jesus f~cking christ…

[clone]
it’s fire

[bigg k]
fire?
jesus f~cking christ…
oh, but you next up?
let me guess:
“you hot, dog! i’m buns! catch up! (ketchup)”

f~ck~ you said that sh~t!
you literally just said a hot~
you are so f~cking garbage, bro

“i’m hot, dog! catch up! (ketchup)”
get away from me!
get away from me
if you are one of the best up~and~coming punchers, then i’ve let battle rap…get away from me
how are you one of the best in the world when (whirlwind) i spin, givin’ halos faithfully?
sigh, clone (cyclone)
you ‘bout to get yo’ sh~t torn ~ ay, don’t (tornado) play wit’ me
get murked on!
what!?
get murked on!
try to creep up and get turned on
uppercut, make you tuck in your jeans like your shirt long
you gon’ leave this ring wit’ a list of things you could work on
i am not them! b~tch, i am him (hymn) like a church song

you’re garbage!
i already won!
you lost 3~0, already!
you already lost!
you already lost!
you’re terrible!
you’re f~cking bad! they don’t like you!
look at this! they don’t like you, brother!
you’re from here!
they don’t like you!

you gon’ leave this ring wit’ a list of things you could work on!
i am not them! b~tch, i am him (hymn) like a church song
i’ll first bomb, beat him ‘til his chest all purple
your boy clone is a nerd: stefan urkel!
and yesterday~
li~ hold on, hold on
yesterday, you had on fake gucci, and i know that!
that’s crazy because clone fake, like gucci and kodak!
hold that!
you gon’ make me try your chin
then it’s funeral music! tell ‘em to cue the violin
why don’t you eat sh~t, nerd!? f~ck who thought you might’ve win
a 2~minute sack of work…the dawg strikes again
but hold up!
i still gave y’all a classic, last~minute wit’ no cost
if you’re unhappy, this is all url and serius jones’ fault
they did it again

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